It’s been about 9 months since I’ve posted anything. I wish I could say it’s because things have changed and gotten better, but that’s not the case. Things have gotten worse. I’ve started cutting. A lot. Very few people know. It’s easy for me to hide it because I do it on my thighs and stomach. The only person who knows that I know in real life, is my boyfriend. He has depression and has been through tough times too, but he’s never done anything like this. I feel bad, because I know I’m ruining my body for him, but I still can’t stop. It’s […]

Exaggerations… Using words like, “never”, “always”, “nothing”, “everything”, “nobody”, “everyone”… Those are lies.

There are certainties like heat, and gravity, and the concept of time. Sure. Those are irrelevant.

But apathy and ambivalence are illusions to hide pain and pleasure. Sorrow and joy… These are human.

This is – simply – you.

And it is your right to enjoy your existence.

The reason you demand satisfaction is because “happiness” is the truth.

I know who I am. I feel. I’m alive. And sometimes, just sometimes I don’t want that. I’m real.

I need you to be real with me.

Love,
HeartCore

Isn’t it fun when you see someone you used to know, get a glimpse of how successful and fruitful their life has been, and meanwhile the only thing you can hope to do is die.

Because you’re such a fucking failure and your life is nonexistent, all you can hope to do is die.

Some spark of the old competition flares up in you, but it’s silly because you fail so hard at life.

Can’t decide. Found sight on Tuesday moments before finalizing my endeavor, but have been unable to get to that point since. Instead of concentrating on my demise i can’t stop thinking about site and posts of other people in same circumstance. I guess thanks to all involved ……for now.

i give up i wish i could do something but i cant i try and be happy but now…i dont feel anything when i cut it doesnt hurt no matter how deep….i want to just end this i mean my life sucks right now and my dad just cant stop punishing me…so far i have gone one day without water from him and a week without food….i can feel my self being eatting inside out….i just what this to end

Has anybody (obviously you have) gotten to the point when you feel like you’ve run out of tears? You want to cry, let it out, you need it, but somehow you can’t? Numbness slowly taking over day after day… I would give anything to be able to cry my heart out right now. It’s just what you need sometimes.

Death cannot be worse than this numbness. Nothing is. We all know that no pain is much more painful than what we call pain…

Not feeling at all,
PURPLEPAIN

I hate my self so much I just want to die life is hell please if I could just feel better maybe I wouldn’t need to die anymore my life just causes pain and that is the last thing I want to do I don’t want to die anymore I need to it seems like the only ending

I decided to off myself some time ago, but in the middle of getting everything arranged (will, notes to people left behind, etc.), I rekindled a love with a wonderful girl I met my freshman year of college (5 years ago at this point).  I was so fascinated and enthralled with her that I thought, maybe, somehow, this is what I’ve needed.  Something healthy and fulfilling after years of miserable, abusive, horrid intimate relationships.  So, I put everything off.

Afterwards, I was happy, really happy for a spell, and every part of me was distracted by her.  Even when bad feelings came, I knew I had […]

Im not going to say when i will or hw i will all im going to say is that it will soon happen and im getting to the edge and want to tke the final step off.

I am an 18 year old who has aspergers syndrome. meaning that if anyone didnt like me or they were getting annoyed with me they would simply say go take your pill or stupid **** or dickhead. to me they are not as harsh as what my family has been saying to me for years.

since i was 7 my mother has never said any complements to me for doing […]

Striving Towards Nothing

Why this passion or despair?
Why hangs anguish in the air?
This endless striving toward the end
Suggests that ruin does impend.

Restless monsters sigh and speak
As I awake while others sleep,
Besieged by phantoms from a dream
And haunted by their shriek and scream.

I stand amid a tempests cry
Its rage and wind its last goodbye.
Wishing me with contrite mutters:
Beware the words and acts of others.

These dreamers lie dispassionate.
Is disregard an accident?
I shake their hollow shells awake,
But alas this is their chosen fate.

Why is life composed of loss?
And why must […]

Hi I am a 47 year old woman who just wants to shuffle this mortal coil once and for all, but I feel trapped here because I don’t have access to a method that would enable a quick exit.

I am pleased to meet you all and I feel really sad for the people who feel that they want to leave the earth plane, and I really hope that you all can find a reason for living because i am sure that most of  you really shouldn’t be here planning your suicide as you all deserve a happy life with loved ones around you.

I would rather […]

What if I finally decided to leave you behind?

What if you searched for the answers but a single note was the only thing that you could find?

What if you knew that we were coming to an end but did nothing to make me stay?

What if you were one of the many reasons I decided to go away?

What if one day you saw me hanging around, only a corpse of the woman I used to be?

Would you finally stop for a second and pay attention to me?

Would you call to me?

Would you reach out to me even though it’s clear to see

That I no longer belong […]

I want it. I want it so bad today. More than I’ve ever wanted it. To take the pills. I want them all. A sweet, beautiful mixture. The one that can end it all. No more pain, no more stress, no more hurt. I want it. I want it all to be over. Do I reach for them? There they are so close at hand. I have the solution to all my problems yet I am afraid to solve them. Always wary of the end results. One day I won’t be. One day I’ll be brave and end it all. One day I’ll […]

I’ll admit it, I still think about her every day. I don’t want to. The memories are wrong, twisted. They don’t bring a smile, or a feeling of joy. They just bring me down. The happiest moments of my life, and they are all fake. Oh, at the time I didn’t know they were fake, but now I know. Lying in bed together, holding her as she fell asleep. The love I felt for her, the love she felt for me. The happiest moment. But it was a lie. There was no love from her, no feeling at all.

I burned whatever bridge was left […]

Hi
It’s so important please can you generously do this for me?can you pray that I reach my aim? I know you will think it’s funny and silly but…please pray for me.
thanks alot. 🙂

It’s really bringing me down. One time after the other, I’m rejected and my world is torn apart because of my sexuality. Some days, some times, it seems appealing. So it happens, and then poof, I feel like I could never have sex again. I’m bored by it, it makes me sad to follow through sometimes when I’m trying to make him happy, but I don’t know what to do about me because I don’t know who I am anymore…

I’m lost. Going crazy. And I feel so alone every day.

I hoped that sb help me but … I really don’t know what is the main problem I am just very depressed and unable to do anything right.I am in a silence tower and nothing is here which help me.Even I have no reason to kill myself and escape I’m just like a plastic bag which is drifting through the wind.maybe God help me maybe he hates me like all other people like anyone who knows me .

I’m afraid I fucked up again.
I was out partying the other day and everything was going really well. I was having fun with a friend I made in the bus (I was on an trip in Italy with school) I genuinely was having fun which is rare as it is.
Than all of a sudden she mentions that someone she knew someone who committed suicide that day almost a year ago. I tried to comfort her but just ended up breaking down myself and needing her comfort. aka I sat there crying for about an hour on her shoulder for everybody to see.

Obviously I told […]

for hell post a story in sp with title

“not all human beings are foolish, some suicide before 30”